Advertisement
Published: February 12th 2012
The sinister streets are dark lit only with torches and the beams emanating from car and motorcycle lamps lazily gliding by.<span><span><span><span><span><span>Some streets are darker than I ever imagined blackness to be, the shadows a creation of what little moon light filters down into the deepest recesses. The little truck speeds along dusty roads in search f...
Read Full Entry
Advertisement
Tot: 0.063s; Tpl: 0.01s; cc: 13; qc: 23; dbt: 0.0322s; 1; m:domysql w:travelblog (10.17.0.13); sld: 1;
; mem: 1.1mb
elJardineros
elJardineros
your blogs are like dessert even though it's 9am in snowy Colorado. beautiful, transportative writing as always, the kind that makes me tell my kids to back off so that i can have a few peaceful moments to read it. i hope you don't have too many more karma payback train-rides. :)